| Lyrics: | TURNING TOWARD THE MORNING
(Gordon Bok)
When the deer has bedded down
And the
bear has gone to ground,
And the northern goose has wandered off
To warmer bay and
sound,
It's so easy in the cold to feel
The darkness of the year
And the heart is
growing lonely
For the morning
Oh, my Joanie, don't you know
That the
stars are swinging slow,
And the seas are rolling easy
As they did so long
ago?
If I had a thing to give you,
I would tell you one more time
That
the world is always turning
Toward the morning.
Now October's growing thin
And
November's coming home;
You'll be thinking of the season
And the sad things that you've
seen,
And you hear that old wind walking,
Hear him singing high and thin,
You could
swear he's out there singing
Of your sorrow.
When the darkness falls around
you
And the Northwind come to blow,
And you hear him call you name out
As he walks
the brittle snow:
That old wind don't mean you trouble,
He don't care or even
know,
He's just walking down the darkness
Toward the morning.
It's a pity we
don't know
What the little flowers know.
They can't face the cold November
They can't
take the wind and snow:
They put their glories all behind them,
Bow their heads and let it
go,
But you know they'll be there shining
In the morning.
Now, my Joanie, don't
you know
That the days are rolling slow,
And the winter's walking easy,
As he did so
long ago?
And, if that wind would come and ask you,
"Why's my Joanie weeping
so?"
Wont you tell him that you're weeping
For the morning?
Recorded by Bok,
Trickett and Muir on "Turning Toward the
Morning", FSI-56, copyright 1975.
"One of
the things that provoked this song was a letter last
November from a friend who had had a very
difficult year and was
looking for the courage to keep on plowing into it. Those
times,
you lift your eyes unto the hills, as they say, but the hills of
Northern New
England in November can be about as much comfort as
a cold crowbar. You have to look ahead a
bit, then, and realize
that all the hills and trees and flowers will still be there
come
Spring, usually more permanent than your troubles. And if your
courage occasionally
fails, that's okay, too: nobody expects you
to be as strong (or as old) as the land." - Gordon
Bok
see also TURNOVR
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